He decides to humiliate the angels first, see what kind of mayhem he can wish upon them.

PJs decided that he’ll wait for the Demon Sisters’ boss to show up before he ruined them in from of him/her, so it was on to the angels heads that he will inflict humiliation.

Switching back to their spy cam, it seems they split up and are looking for him with Stocking on-foot, Panty on the road in their pink hummer but both communicating on speaker phone. The view is now picture-in-picture now that they are no longer together, PJs being able to choose which angel to put on the main screen.

With a giddy smile, he said, “I wish…”

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Panty grumbled as she kept driving. Stocking just had to stop and try the new bakery they drove by, didn’t she? She sighed as she looked around for this stupid ghost, and maybe a hot lay in the meantime so that she could take the edge off.

Just as she breezed by some traffic like they were bowling pins, her line of sight of the road drastically reduced as she felt herself falling into another kind of seat, her vehicle disappearing.

”-That her car turned into a tricycle.”

“The fuck is this?!” She gasps, looking at her ride suddenly turn into a pink tricycle. Panty was still riding it, pedalling relentlessly to break just above walking speeds while gripping the tasseled handlebars, but decided to stop, as the tiny trike was too small for her to comfortably ride.

“How the hell did this happen?” The blonde openly questions, casting a scowl around the area to whom could’ve turned her precious See Through into a toddler toy. Probably some kind of ghost, she’d imagine, and indeed, spotted one hiding around a street corner, while the rest of the people snicker at Panty.

She huffed, and quickly ambushed the specter. It was a curvy-looking lady ghost, seemingly with a magician theme according to the hat, bunny ears and cape, she mentally posits that this ghost could’ve definitely turned her car into a tricycle with magic!

“Ahh! Pleathe don’t hurt me! I’m jutht a poor thtreet performer!” The ghost wailed in a lisping voice, covering her face with her arms, knees knocking together in nervousness.

Panty scoffed, “Tch, all bite and no bark, huh?” She reaches down to the hem of her dress, ready to make a grab for her gun Backlace. Strangely, the hem seems…longer than she remembers, as she bends a little further down.

”-That she was wearing an inconvenient sexy ballgown.”

“Well you better turn my car back into a car, or I’m going to have to take drastic action.” She grunts as she bends forward, now noticing that her dress had changed, becoming a puffy pink ballgown.

A shoulderless sweetheart cut piece that left her shoulders bare, waist cinched, and decent rack lifted, along with some white opera gloves around her arms, a pink choker around her neck, and a tiara in her hair that looks like costume jewellery. The dress poofs out a large degree, making her have the appearance of some wide hips and stretches down to the floor, covering her pink high heels.

Panty growls at the ghost, making her flinch while the angel does her best to scrape up her dress to get to her panties. She grunts and grumbles as she lifts more and more layers of petticoats, looking like a veritable rainbow of pastel colors as she lifts them.

“H-here, let me help.” The magician ghost offers. A bunch of sparks sizzle off of her cartoon glove-styled hands as she hesitantly waves her fingers. All of a sudden, the whole gown flies upwards, revealing Panty’s legs and entrapping her upper half in a pile of soft fabrics. The leggy blonde angrily swears at the ghost, muffled by multicolored fabrics as her pink thigh-high and gartered legs stomp around.

“Oh! I’m sorry! Sorryyyy!” The ghost apologizes before running away in an anxious panic. As she manages to get out of sight, the angel finally got her gown to behave itself, flowing back down, re-revealing Panty’s upper half, hair mussed from the exertion and a done-with-this-shit type of expression.

“Shit, this ghost escaping thing better not be a running theme today.” She grumbles, before going to attempt to highjack someone’s car. She tripped onto her face as her heel got trapped on one of the skirts. If curse words were fertilizer, that crater that her face made would’ve been blooming up roses from what she was grumbling.

She was fed up, she was going to hike up her skirt and-

”-For her to pedal back home as a dildo pumped in and out of her mouth!”

Panty fumed as she felt herself teleported back onto what was formerly See Through, and her legs automatically pedalling away from the fleeing target to an unknown to her destination. She would’ve sworn up a storm if it weren’t for the large pink phallus pumping in and out of her mouth at a rapid rate.

“MMMPH!” She complained, sucking the rubber dick as she pedalled into the distance, pedestrians all pointing and laughing.

–––

Meanwhile, on Stocking’s side of things, she was having a grand time, eating up the last batch of donut holes she persuaded the store manager to give her for free.

Fully sated for now and tossing the empty box, she focused on the task at hand, looking for this runaway spook. She went down the street, looking for possible clues of where a waiter ghost could possibly retreat to. A fancy restaurant perhaps?

As she was thinking, she was suddenly bowled over by a streak of black mass. The figure passed her, and she heard “Sorry to you too!!” before the shape ran off around another corner. Another ghost, but not the one they’re looking for.

”-That her tits and ass were massive, and came with a tiny waist!”

Stocking was annoyed by such an encounter, and got up. Though there was some weight distribution that seriously threw her off-balance and crashed back down to the pavement. She looked down and saw that her tits were giant! Large round masses torn right through her bra and dress, the tear creating their own cleavage from the broken threads and revealing her bare boobs the size of basketballs barely contained within the remnants.

She felt behind her for the ground to find out what she was sitting on, as her perspective was a little higher than normal, but felt the squishiness of her new ass. She squealed as her booty was also just as plump and round as her massive new tits, the skirt still covering it, but being pushed up by the huge caboose.

“What the fuck!” She complained. She stood back up and felt some weird tension on her stomach. She couldn’t see from the new Grand Canyon installed in her front, but with her hands she felt that her waist was cinched in to be comically thin, like a cartoon! She could wrap both hands around her waist and barely feel her fingertips.

Her thought process spun on what could’ve caused this. It could’ve been the ghost that barrelled into her, or it could be the donut holes taking effect, the guy was very shady.

She decides to try and get to the bakery, since the ghost was probably long gone now without See Through, and the fact that Stockings’ balance is greatly hampered by all the bouncing and jiggling her TnA were doing.

”-That her clothes made her look like a sexy Donald Duck! Hahaha!”

Stocking felt a cool breeze run along her lower half. Looking down, she went, “Eep!” And covered her bare crotch. Her clothing had been changed!

Instead of her ruined gothic attire, she was now dressed in some yellow flippers with heels on them, but the rest of her lower half was bare, leaving her heaving butt exposed to the elements, and more importantly, lacking stockings, effectively disarming her. Her top was no longer torn, but now was a crop sailor top done up in blue, barely draped over her perky boulders and indented by her nipples from the chill air. On top of her hair was a blue beret matching the skimpy top, and if she could see her face, she would see the white eyeshadow and the yellow lipstick that adorned her blushing face.

This was too far, she was marching right over to that bakery and giving her a piece of her-

”-For her to remain this way until she shimmies back home, hands on her hips and making kissy noises~”

Or her body could do whatever it liked, as it had decided to put her fists on her hips and take mincing steps in the other direction, jutting out her huge tits and ass. She was furious, trying to cover herself back up again, to yell angrily, but all she could do is turn her head, scrunch her brow, and continue her humiliating duck walk, her mouth in a silly pucker as she kissed the air in front of herself.

“Mwah! Mwhmwhmwh Whah!” Stocking smooched angrily, strutting her stuff down the street much to the leering and jeering public.

–––

PJs was feeling spectacular! Such wonderful mirth from seeing these two sluts humiliated and disgraced! It was either the well of wishes making his body so vibrant, or it was the satisfying feeling of karma and built-up tension washing away, but he never felt so alive!

He pondered what else he could possibly do, now that he has had a taste of ultimate power.